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it's the little things you do
that you don't think break through
you build a mansion
with God's Son
you light a candle
and the kingdom comes
doesn't seem like much now
like you're the failing one
but hold back the wind, donna
hold back the wind, donna
stand in the breach with us, donna
and hold back the devil wind
it's the little prayer you pray
or the little lie you say
it's love and hate
but choosing love
faith winning out
against the odds
doesn't seem like much now
a losing cause
but hold back the wind, donna
hold back the wind, donna
stand in the breach with us, donna
and hold back the devil wind
the grass is breaking through
it's just a blade or two
up through the concrete
and the angels smile
will be a green field
in just a little while
seems like we're asking too much
from one little child
but hold back the wind, donna
hold back the wind, donna
stand in the breach with us, donna
and hold back the devil wind
yeah, hold back the wind, donna
hold back the wind, donna
stand in the breach with us, donna
and hold back the devil wind
the devil wind
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Contrition
04:39
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He’s wrong
She’s right
He knows it, but stands his ground
Just so he can win the fight
He’s right
She’s wrong
She knows it, but doesn’t budge
Because this proves that she is strong
They knew the words
They never spoke
They got stuck inside
Their swollen throats
Pride is the meal
On which they choke
And who’s gonna say “I’m sssssorry”?
“Put the gun away, I’m sssssorry”
Who will be strong
By becoming weak?
Who will be left to
Turn the other cheek and say
“I’m sorry”?
He makes his point,
She disagrees
But she won’t stop until she
Has him crawlin’ round on hands and knees
Her good intent
Was redefined
He’s sure she’s dissed him, since he thinks that
He can easily read her mind
We’re diggin’ in,
Love be damned
Lines are drawn
In the sand
We’re fighting for
The upper hand
And who’s gonna say “I’m sssssorry”?
“Put the gun away,
I’m sssssorry”
Who will be strong
By becoming weak?
Who will be left to
Turn the other cheek and say
“I’m sorry”?
We’ve lit the fuse
We watch it burn
They’ve got it comin’ to ‘em, far as
Anybody here’s concerned
We’re heading for
“No turning back”
They'll be no peace until we finally, and
Completely, wipe them off the map
(He’s wrong) We’re diggin’ in
(She’s right) Love be damned
(He knows) Lines are drawn
(But stands) in the sand
(His ground) We’re fightin’ for
(So he) the upper hand
(Can win) and who’s gonna say
(The fight) “I’m sssssorry”?
“Put the gun away,
I’m sssssory”
Who will be strong (We’re diggin’ in)
By becoming weak? (Love be damned)
Who will be left (Lines are drawn)
To turn the other cheek, and say?
“I’m sorry?”
Sorry
Sorry
Forgive me,
I’m sorry
Forgive me,
I’m sorry
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Song Of Innocence- 2019
03:25
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A child floating down on a cloud in the sky
Said "Sing me a song 'bout a lamb"
So I sang and he smiled, so I sang again
As he placed a reed in my hand
And with my rural pen I stained the water clear
And wrote this song for every little child to hear
A song of innocence A song of goodness & light
A song of innocence A song of goodness & light
Said the child hovering there on his cloud in the sky
"Please sing me the song once again"
And when it was over, he vanished from sight
These are the words sung to him
The One who's meek and mild you'll find is always near
And I will sing this song for every child to hear
A song of innocence (Little lamb, who made thee?)
A song of goodness & light (Little lamb, I'll tell you)
A song of innocence (He is called by thy name)
A song of goodness & light (He became a child, too)
A child floating down on a cloud in the sky
Said "Sing me a song 'bout a lamb"
A song of innocence
A song of goodness & light
A song of innocence
A song of goodness & light
A song of innocence
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Home Again- 2019
03:10
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If you're troubled
If you're weary
If your restless heart yearns my friend
For the love you once held dearly
You can always come home again
If you're walking in the darkness
If your sorrow doesn't end
When the world is cruel and heartless
You can always come home again
You don't have to be alone
Oh precious child come home
If shame haunts you look to Jesus
He will pardon your every sin
How He loves us
He's come to lead us
By still waters and home again
By still waters and home again
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The Days Of Second Hand
04:31
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Youth grows old,
Beauty fades
The light grows dim,
Then the end of days
We see his shadow in a piece of bread
We see his shadow in a glass of wine
Silhouettes, echoes, dreams
Behold the man
Silhouettes, echoes, dreams
Take what you can
In fragmented ways
In these dim-lit days
Of second hand
We’re his body,
A broken one
The partial eclipse
Of a radiant sun
We see his shadow in a beggar’s face
We see his shadow in our enemies
Silhouettes, echoes, dreams
Behold the man
Silhouettes, echoes, dreams
Take what you can
In fragmented ways
In these dim-lit days
Of second hand
We stutter step
Our words are weak
For the sense of something,
Hidden deep
We see his shadow in a starry night
We see his shadow in a lover’s kiss
Silhouettes, echoes, dreams
Behold the man
Silhouettes, echoes, dreams
Take what you can
In fragmented ways
In these dim-lit days
Silhouettes, echoes, dreams,
Behold the man
Silhouettes, echoes, dreams
Take what you can
In fragmented ways
In these dim-lit days
Of second hand
Of second hand
Of second hand
Of second hand
Of second hand
Of second hand
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Long time ago
You left a track of flame
Across my floor
Long time ago
The form of God was knocking
At our door
And in the sky
Fire
Eleanor, It's raining now
We walked a thin wire
And Eleanor, it's raining. . .
Long time ago
We wrapped another ring
Around the moon
Long time ago
We named the world and
Watched it break in two
And in the sky. . .
In the folds of the dress
On the chair
I can see your face
I am the cross and the nail you bear
You are my curse and my saving grace
Long time ago
God whispered words and names
We can't recall
Long time ago
We hid our shame outside
The Garden wall
And in the sky. . .
And it's a cruel winter
Eleanor, it's raining now
On the last sinner
Eleanor, it's raining now
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Terry Scott Taylor Portland, Oregon
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